SONG: Leave
BAND: The Tragically Hip
ALBUM: In Violet Light (2002)
TUNING: EADGBe
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'Do you mean the attack is routine?'
A bird asked of a bird
'In this context, a concave nest,
How do we learn to hurt?'
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'Do you mean there's no variation?'
Watching a dog charge a flock of birds
Exploding in congregation
'Why plan; when we stop?'
'I dunno... but why suppose
It's not the way it should be?
When you can fly above
The great waiting list,'
As the crow implies,
'We won't be missed,
We can leave.'
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It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
Where the blind feed the blind,
Whispering things like 'On the money' and 'Bullseye'
She picks up the little leaves
Where human wrecks are left to seed
Left to repaint their deities
And plaster away at their villainies
Where there's love, there's hope
'And do you hope those earthbound poets
Could learn to sing as good as us?
So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions
And our quietus?'
'Well I don't know... but why suppose
It's not the way it should be?
When you can squawk
And wait for word from above
And change yourself into something you love
When you leave?'